<3

just watch please.

^.^

i miss my friends

i don't wanna get married yet. i just want their exuberance and lightheartedness. for an occasion that many people take too seriously and with much fanfare, they chose to be themselves and be the best of friends as they are. it shows.

nakakainggit, pag pinapanood mo, alam mong bukod sa mahal nila ang isa't isa, magkakaibigan silang tunay. at ang song na napili --- naman! hahaha.

i just can't stop smiling the whole time. btw, this is not an original upload by the couple, they disabled embedding so i'm left with this link. it's the same video though.

enjoy!

"it's like i waited my whole life, for this one night..."

i miss my friends!

ciao!

papa at 50

i still can't believe that papa is 50. that's if he's still alive. see, he died when he was 39. some say life has not even begun for him.

i remember his 39th birthday, his last birthday. it was like christmas. only better. we had crispy pata, kare-kare (my favorite), and all the fattening filipino specialties. i know the celebration was something bigger than usual. i don't know why, but i remember my mom saying, "minsan lang mangyari 'to." we didn't know that she will be referring to his death in a few month's time.

of us three siblings, the youngest takes his appearance and mannerisms. they have the same soft, rounded face, sad eyes -- big and dipping on the far ends. their noses are not aqualine yet not flat, it's slightly matangos but a bit plump near the nostrils. their lips are also both slightly full and a little pouty upper lip. their chins, small and almost inexistent.

i might have described myself a bit but they look more similar. but i digress.

so today, after office, i went to hear mass in don bosco for papa's 50th birthday (still can't believe 'twas that soon) and bought a cake.

unfortunately, the guy at the bakeshoppe murdered the cake. i can barely read "papa" and there was an "erasure" on the "50."

buti nalang birthday ni papa, kaya di ko nalang pinansin.

and no, i'm not that matakaw. i shared it with cheska, mok, tito boy, and mama tess after dinner.

happy birthday papa!
mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita.

anyway, that's all. ciao!

ps:

rainy sunday

i typed one long-ass entry but decided not to post. well, think of these instead:



maulan.

ciao.

bryan is

not your priority.

rooftop

bored. rooftop. vista. failed.

last time i went up here was years ago. i remember i can still see magallanes interchange clearly from our roof. now, look! some house decided to put a fourth floor mini-apartment on their roof. ugh. the blast of colors coming from behind that fugly apartment is from the newly renovated building on pasong tamo that now has a huge lcd display. i never knew it was that bright.

pan right of that fugly apartment. magallanes interchange... or what's left of it.

realizing my failure, i took a picture of the house beside ours. dirty laundry.

after much thought, i decided to stay for half an hour on the roof to... well... relax.

ciao.

haay. love...

The following is a letter written by Sullivan Ballou, a Union soldier who fought in the American Civil War. This letter was written to his wife, Sarah, however - she didn't receive this letter until *after* her husband's personal effects were retrieved.

July 14, 1861

Camp Clark, Washington

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . . .

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt . . .

Sarah my love for you is deathless, it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break; and yet my love of Country comes over me like a strong wind and bears me unresistibly on with all these chains to the battle field.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come creeping over me, and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them for so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years, when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood, around us.

I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me—perhaps it is the wafted prayer of my little Edgar, that I shall return to my loved ones unharmed. If I do not my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you, and when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name. Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you.

How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness . . .

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights . . . always, always, and if there be a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again . . .

Sullivan Ballou was killed a week later at the first Battle of Bull Run, July 21, 1861.

ciao!

child's play

this time i didn't shave his head. though i was itching to. i was his designated yayo for a few hours. he's nicknamed "the tornado" by my aunts. say "no" to this fella and you'll see things fly. fun to have kids in the house though.

on the sidelines

dahil uso ang profundity these days

" may mga bagay na hindi mo hinihintay pero bumabalik. sa parehong paraan, may mga bagay na hindi bumabalik gaano man katagal ang paghihintay. "

pauso ko.

the past

i was labeling all my posts and i came across this.

what i've written years ago, still applies to me now. i don't know if it's good or bad or both.

sabi ko

sabi ko nung isang linggo,

"i'm not just a side attraction or a detour... i'm the destination."

lol.

a decision

for the past week, i have been the energizer bunny. i decided to focus on work. i decided to beat deadlines. i decided to accomplish all the new things that's brought to me while struggling to find my balance in the routinary things that i'm doing. i decided to not think about being tired and sleep deprived -- not to mention the insomnia i feel i'm developing again. just thinking about the coming weeks stresses me -- the packing, the traveling, the trainings, the people i will be meeting, in short, the marketing-game-face -- must smile, must understand, must be on point, must be knowledgeable, must be a soldier. from what i know, i can only breathe after my birthday. and that's three months away.
then again, i am already decided. for the next couple of weeks, no feelings, no overthinking, no nothing except work, work, work.

i think this decision will help minimize disappointments, failures, and breakdowns in other aspects of my life.

everything, including that, is a decision.

ciao.

our adventure

i will come home

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.

last days

pics from our last days. shey, mai, denz, jons, we'll definitely miss working with you.

more here
galleria last day
makati last day
last day dinner

ciao!

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potipot

finally. potipot!

click here for more

part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4

life

dear life,

there are things i can do but i'm not supposed to do. there are things that i want to do but i can't do. please help me make things a little easier. just for a while. i feel everything around me is going too fast and i'm stuck in the middle without any idea of what to do. i don't want to think i'm lost, but that's the feeling i'm getting.

that's my only request.

ps: i hope your friend, time, comes quickly to heal my wounds.


sincerely,
bryan

isa lang

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somewhere only we know

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when, you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?

(somewhere only we know cover by natasha bedingfield)

haayy... nakakaiyak ang complicated. oh simple thing, where have you gone?